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[bodytext] => I awake in the morning, alone in bed so cold
I look at the ceiling, as my arms unfold I dream of your whisper, saying "i love you" Then i turn my head, and i get down and blue … I take a deep breath as i try not to cry I reach my hand over, on that empty pillow to slide I turn the other way and crawl out of bed As my heart cries for you, and tears i shed … I go to work to survive 5 days a week It pays the bills, but i am so weak I listen to people and how happy they are I envy what they have, I want to shine like they are … I get in my car, i head back to my home My head spins with thoughts, as i drive and roam I dream you'll be there, waiting for me With your arms open wide, a soft kiss for me … But i open the door, and nobody is home I stand and i freeze, then i hear the phone I hope that it's you calling to say you love me But it's just a bill collector, wanting more money … I hang up the phone, i turn on the tv I get lost in a world of drama, fright and fantasy When the movies are done, i go to my bed Where my pillow is wet, from my tears i shed … Another day gone, and i'm still dreaming My heart is dying, my soul is screaming I made it through another day of pain Tomorrow i'll get up, and do it all again [comments] => 7 [counter] => 205 [topic] => 43 [informant] => OreO [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 13 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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